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... light of virtue above the immortal’s head shining brightly and becoming the last beacon in the world.
Beside him, space collapsed, and time seemed to lose its meaning, becoming a chaotic whirlwind. However, neither the collapsing space nor the disorderly time could affect the Immortal Daoist.
Song Shuhangs gaze was drawn involuntarily, fixating on the immortal, unable to look away.
“This isn’t a dream,” Song Shuhang suddenly realized.
This time, he wasn’t ‘immers ...
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